Stealing Friends Novels & Stories

We were still alive. “Who were they?” I asked at last, quietly. Aaric took a breath, then looked over at the guards standing alert near the steel door. One of them was bleeding from his temple, but stayed silent, waiting for orders. They looked like military statues carved out of steel and bullets. “Insiders,” Aaric said. His voice was flatter now. More dangerous. “Traitors. Someone leaked intel. And someone paid a lot to get rid of me tonight.”

I borrowed a pair of shoes from my friend, who was suffering from a severe athlete’s foot, and left them outside. Just as I expected, the shoes were stolen that very night. But I did not expect the whole rotten family to show up at my door in the middle of the night to throw filthy water at me and hurl insults. Did they really think they owned the building? They had pushed me too far. I was going to drive them out!

The black car soon disappears, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk. I walk the remaining block to Rowan's building slowly, my mind spinning with everything that just happened. I've made a deal with Sebastian Oberon. I've agreed to spy on Jane, to dig through her things, to keep secrets from my best friend. I've crossed a line I can never uncross. And I still don't know if I'm doing the right thing. When I let myself back into the apartment, the smell of garlic and tomatoes hits me immediately. Jane calls out from the kitchen, her voice bright.

The morning light faded from my sight, his frame towering over me, casting fear upon my skin. I deserved this. I knew it was only a matter of time before Leo caught on and snapped, and I did not blame him at all. I expected him to have hurt me by now, deserving of what I stole from him. He was too good for me, and I could not handle that. Though I may not have known it before, it was clear now that I was a snitch and a sly bastard, stealing my own best friend's Alpha for myself and acting like a saint now that he was beginning to suspect something.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

" Where my kids and where my friend is, you really have a knack of robbing people of the wrong way and today you are rubbing me up the wrong way so either you tell me what's going on right now or I will rain hell fire on you. " " I'm sure you're wondering how I got all that information with regards to your security and tell the fact is I had a little bit of help from your very trusted friend you are trying to save he is not your friend he's been a mole for the longest of times and you don't even see it but no you still choose him over me." "You're full of lies. My friend is the most trusted person in my world and you're just jealous that we are like brothers. "

I begin, getting a quizzical look from Sky. “Sky here is my friend and captain of my Guards." The elderly couple stare at me with an unamused look, reminding me of the time I lied to them about where I got the money to help Ron get his cane. They were disappointed that I had learned to steal from one of the Slum Lords but understood that there was only so much help they can provide me. That was when I explained that in order to survive, I needed to steal. I promised to only steal from the corrupt and rich and would be as safe as I can when going on a heist.

Vector admitted. My shoulders sagged in defeat. Even though I already knew that Ivy wouldn’t have just cooked up that lie from nowhere, especially in her state, I had hoped that someway somehow, it would be false, or that Vector would vehemently deny it. “You were my best friend, Vector. You even helped me to prevent Donald from stealing from me, but meanwhile you are also guilty of the same thing,” I said brokenly. Right now, it was as though I had no one around me that I could trust. If Vector, whom we had shared decades of friendship could be stealing from me, then I couldn’t trust anyone else.

Freyja looked at her. “But stealing isn’t a great way. Even though you only target people who don’t need it because you think they won’t be worked up with a small amount of money, not everyone who has money will be fine with that. “You should be glad that you targeted someone who wouldn’t mind, but you might not always be lucky. You might get thrown into the lockup for a few days. If someone finds out that you’re a thief, you might be beaten up and humiliated in public. They might even sell you off. Have you thought how your brother would survive without you?”

“Sure.” As we walked through the hallway, his friends came in to steal him away from me. I just decided to continue going further, but each step made my chest crawl. Everyone gave me menacing stares. “Thief.” “Poor thing, she stole from Sloane.” “She must be hungry.” My palms became sweaty as I noticed a banner glued to my locker. I squished my eyebrows together. There's a picture of me with big bold write-ups. KLEPTOMANIAC